Toys were never innocent playthings to me. I have always seen them as troubled friends - symbols of the culture that made them.

While I’m suspicious of the helpful attitudes of action figures, I trust decay. Rust and rot supply me with the beauty I need to create artworks.

I rarely start off with a design in mind; rather I prefer to riff off the objects I find and let them chart the initial course. Flotsam and jetsam speak to me, and I amplify that discourse into assemblages that often result in surprising resonances. Sometimes they’re beautiful. Sometimes they’re disturbingly familiar. Sometimes they’re archeological evidence of a once proud civilization.

I’ve been doing this since I was 9 years old, when I fabricated “trophies” for my older brothers to commemorate their most memorable screw-ups. I can’t seem to stop.